Chapter 507: Granting Scripture
It was already the next morning when Huo Qinghuang heard the news of Mr. Song's death.
"Dead?"
Huo Qinghuang raised an eyebrow, her tone calm and almost indifferent, "Letting him linger on for so long is considered a bargain for him."
Ao Jiu stood beside her and raised his eyebrows: "Was she scared to death?"
When he took Grandma Qinghua away from the Song family yesterday, no one knew about it. A mere mortal would have been frightened to death.
"Just die, the Song family should have ended long ago."
Huo Qinghuang didn't take it seriously and was too lazy to explore the cause of Mr. Song's death.
Just an ordinary mortal family, not worth her attention.
However, the Song family has been destroyed, and it is time to recruit that ghost cultivator back.
This time, Grandma Qinghua cast a curse on him, but he failed to notify her in advance. I don't know if she really didn't notice it or if she was deliberately letting him go.
She thought for a moment, called over Yu Niang, handed her a talisman, and instructed, "Take my talisman and go to the Song family, call Yu Lin back, I have something to tell you."
Yu Lin is the name of the ghost cultivator. Following the orders of Huo Qinghuang, he has been lurking in the Song family.
Yu Niang took the order and left.
Then Huo Qinghuang went to see Zhang Ming again.
Last time, Zhang Ming followed Huo Qinghuang's instructions and used the Seven Arrows Book to cast a spell again, but suffered a severe backlash and is still lying in bed.
However, he learned the art of luck-devouring without a teacher and embarked on the path of cultivation from then on, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.
When I arrived near the guest room, I heard a burst of noise coming from Zhang Ming's room from a distance.
"Fuck! This kid has something."
“Hahaha, that’s so funny!”
Huo Qinghuang raised her eyebrows and pushed the door open.
Zhang Ming was lying on the bed, browsing his phone with great interest.
His face was pale and his cheeks were sunken, as if a vixen had sucked all his energy out of him. Curled up in the quilt, he barely looked like a human.
When he saw Huo Qinghuang coming in, he was startled and almost jumped out of the bed.
"Ms. Huo..."
Zhang Ming's voice trembled and he almost cried.
There was nothing he could do. It was his fault that nothing good happened every time he saw Huo Qinghuang.
Either you see ghosts or you are forced to curse people.
Although it is true that he got some benefits, he was also really scared and almost died from the backlash several times.
The feeling of hovering on the brink of life and death is something that not everyone can bear.
And this experience happened more than once.
How could he not be scared when he suddenly saw Huo Qinghuang again?
"You still have time to watch the live broadcast. What? Have you recovered?"
Huo Qinghuang glanced at him with a half-smile, her eyes swept across the screen of his phone and paused slightly.
It’s Tushan Yuhua.
This guy is quite free and actually has time to live stream.
Is it possible that there are no more tasks in Bureau 749 recently?
Huo Qinghuang seemed to be thinking about something.
Zhang Ming's face turned green.
He wanted to practice.
But his way of cultivation is different from others.
If one wants to absorb other people's luck, one has to cast a spell. Now he can't even get up and is half dead. How can he cast a spell?
Besides, he can't be like a lunatic and curse anyone for no reason, right?
Zhang Ming said with a bitter face: "It's too boring to lie in bed all the time. I want to practice, but I'm still recovering from my injuries."
He glanced at the phone screen again and saw that Tushan Yuhua was still broadcasting fortune-telling live. He couldn't help but mutter:
"Besides, my training method doesn't allow me to curse anyone I catch, right? Wouldn't that make me a psychopath?"
Huo Jiu stood at the door and chuckled: "You are quite self-aware."
Zhang Ming: “…”
Huo Qinghuang ignored his complaints and said calmly: "You are now relying entirely on instinct. If you continue to practice, you will go astray sooner or later."
She paused, a trace of thought flashing in her eyes, "However, since you can master the Luck Devouring Technique without a teacher, it means that you do have some special talent in your body."
Zhang Ming was immediately alert when he heard this: "Miss Huo, do you mean that I can still be saved?"
"certainly."
Huo Qinghuang nodded, "But your current condition is too bad, you need to consolidate your foundation first, and you are not allowed to practice within a month.
However, I promised you this spell, so I can give it to you first."
As she spoke, she flicked her fingertips and a ray of golden light sank into Zhang Ming's brow.
Zhang Ming's whole body trembled, and he suddenly felt a mysterious spell appear in his mind.
Fragments of "The Book of Seizing the Creation of Heaven"!
"This is……"
He widened his eyes and looked at Huo Qinghuang in disbelief.
"Okay, study it carefully, I'm leaving now."
Huo Qinghuang turned around and tried to leave.
Zhang Ming hurriedly called out to her, "Wait, Miss Huo, are those people who cursed you twice really dead?"
He was a little scared, but also a little expectant, and he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
Huo Qinghuang didn't even turn her head: "Dead."
Zhang Ming: “…”
He was silent for a long time. Tushan Yuhua on the phone was still telling people's fortunes. When she talked about the weird parts, she even laughed out loud.
After a long while, Zhang Ming slowly raised his hands, seeming to be crying and laughing: "I, I really killed someone? I could kill someone without anyone noticing? Haha, hahaha..."
"The Heaven-Seizing Creation Sutra..."
"I, Zhang Ming, will definitely stand at the top of the world in the future!"
…
At the backyard gate, Yu Niang had been waiting for a long time with a thin young man.
The young man was wrapped in a black robe, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were bright and there was a faint gloomy aura around him.
It was the ghost cultivator Yu Lin who was subdued by Huo Qinghuang and then lurked in the Song family.
"Owner."
Yu Lin bowed respectfully and said, "I am negligent in my duty regarding Granny Qinghua's matter..."
Huo Qinghuang waved her hand: "Let's go in and talk."
Then he looked at Yu Niang and said, "I am at home now, you can cultivate yourself in the painting of ladies, and don't come to the backyard."
Ao Jiu is in the backyard. The true dragon's energy is extremely strong and masculine. Yu Niang, as a thousand-year-old evil spirit, can be easily burned by the dragon's energy.
"Yes, I'm going down."
Yu Niang turned around and was about to leave, but after thinking for a while, she took out the talisman and handed it to Huo Qinghuang.
"Please take it back, Master."
Huo Qinghuang nodded, took back the talisman, and waved for her to leave.
This talisman contains the mark of her soul and can act on her behalf when necessary.
Unless there are special circumstances, if she is placed next to her subordinates, no one would think she is monitoring them.
Entering the backyard, Ao Jiu was still sitting by the pond with his eyes closed, practicing, as if he was unaware of anyone approaching.
His aura was restrained, yet it carried an invisible pressure.
That is the energy of a true dragon, extremely masculine and powerful. Even without using any magic power, it is enough to scare away evil spirits from all directions.
Yu Lin only took a glance and felt his soul shaken, as if he was hit on the head with a stick, and his blood immediately boiled in his chest.
He was horrified and suppressed the urge to vomit. He quickly lowered his head and dared not look any further.
"Go ahead."
Huo Qinghuang sat casually on the stone bench and said calmly, "Why didn't you notice the abnormality of Granny Qinghua?"
Yu Lin's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he immediately knelt down to plead guilty: "Master, please understand, that old lady Qinghua has been staying indoors ever since she came to the Song family, and even her meals have to be delivered inside.
My subordinates once sent a ghost to monitor her movements, but they were discovered by her before they even reached the door.
I failed to notice her unusual movements in time, and I deserve death. Please forgive me this time, Master."
After saying this, Yu Lin bent down and didn't dare to look up for a long time.
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